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SUMMER SONG Wanderer moon smiling a faintly ironical smile at this brilliant, dew-moistened summer morning,— a detached sleepily indifferent smile, a wanderer’s smile,— if I should buy a shirt your color and put on a necktie sky-blue where would they carry me? — William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963), American poet and inspiration to many [...] MY FIRST MEMORY (OF LIBRARIANS) This is my first memory: A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky wood floor A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply too short For me to sit in and read So my [...] OH NO If you wander far enough you will come to it and when you get there they will give you a place to sit for yourself only, in a nice chair, and all your friends will be there with smiles on their faces and they will likewise all have places. — Robert Creeley (1926 [...] JAZZ CHICK Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster pools of Jazz Where music cools hot souls. Eyes more articulately silent Than Medusa’s thousand tongues. A bridge of eyes, consenting smiles reveal her presence singing Of cool remembrance, happy balls Wrapped in [...] ALKALINE TRIO – STUPID KID There are things that used to make me smile One of them was you for just a little while You left me for dead so far away I replaced you with fear and shame You’ll be happy on the day I die There are things that used to make [...] YOU You create poetry by simply standing in the afternoon rain, cigarette dangling from a crooked smile. Some of us have to work harder at this kind of thing. — William Taylor Jr., American poet based in San Francisco JOHNNY CASH – HELP ME O Lord, help me walk Another mile, just one more mile; I’m tired of walkin’ all alone. And Lord, help me to smile Another smile, just one more smile; Don’t think I can do things on my own. I never thought I needed help before; I thought that I [...] SMASHING PUMPKINS – DISARM Disarm you with a smile And cut you like you want me to Cut that little child Inside of me and such a part of you Ooh, the years burn Ooh, the years burn I used to be a little boy So old in my shoes And what I choose [...] |
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